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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years

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thinking about verbally teasing Dick as much as he does to you.

Maybe while he is fucking you from behind you are whimpering and grabbing the sheets so he goes "You are such a baby, I'm going to stop because you can take it" thinking you are going to whine and fuck yourself on his cock when he stops, instead you look over your shoulder and go "When did you start?". my boy would sNAP.

anyways I love you writing

Pairing - Dick Grayson X (F) Reader Words - 1.4k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Swearing - Degradation- Rough Sex - Choking - Multiple Orgasms - Hair Pulling - Begging - Mean!Dick - No plot, just porn. Notes - wHO gave you the right to say this to me?? How dare you put this image in my godawful brain. You’re so right, he would absolutely snap and make you regret saying it 😵‍💫 I’m about to explode hHhhh.

You think you’re going to tear a hole through the bedsheets. Fingers white-knuckled around the fabric and aching. There’s something keening and desperate swirling through your veins–something hot and alive under your skin. All the muscles along your back are tight and flexing as you struggle to form a coherent thought. You think you’re going to snap in half.

The only words echoing around in your skull are, Dick, Dick, Dick.

It’s almost criminal how he manages to switch your head off, turn it to the soft static of a dead TV channel and wring every last drop of pleasure from your body simultaneously.

You think it’s a talent, maybe halfway to a goddamn curse.

Face down ass up on the bed you think you’re ready to touch the edge of time itself, vision blurring black at the edges when Dick smooths his rough hand down your trembling spine–along the pretty arc of your back–to settle at the nape of your neck.

Flexing his hips he forces the last few inches of his cock into your cunt, moaning under his breath when your walls clamp around him like a wet fist. With his free hand he grabs your waist, your hip, the delicious curve of your ass, rocks you back on his length until you’re flush to his hips.

Holding you down with one hand he almost pulls out, leaving just the fat, leaking head of his cock in your slick hole. You whine, long and low, hips pushing back to try and get him inside you again. Dick chuckles, if you close your eyes you can see the pretty line of his mouth, see the self-satisfied smirk tugging at his lips—it’s infuriating, you want to swing it back around on him, take the control he has over you and wield it like a weapon.

“Please.” You gasp, writhing under his firm grip. “Dick, please.” You’re leaking around his cock, wetness dripping slowly onto the sheets below. Your face is burning, he’s never done this before, made you wait. Your shoulders flex as you twist your fingers in the sheets, a frustrated moan tumbling from your mouth. “Stop being so mean.”

Curling his fingers around his cock, Dick strokes himself from base to almost tip, “You know, I’d take you more seriously if you weren’t this fucking wet. I mean, baby, you’re literally dripping. Maybe I should jerk off just like this and come in your leaky pussy without giving you anything else, huh?” He muses and you shake your head, thighs trembling.

“No please–oh god–just…Dick please s’not fair.” Shushing you gently–mockingly–he hooks his thumbs under the swell of your ass and spreads your cunt apart, watches your swollen clit twitch as your own slick dribbles over it.

Grabbing you by the waist he thrusts forwards, hard and fast and utterly perfect. The thick girth of him stretches you open, walks the fine line between pleasure and pain and you’re ready to cry from it.

Gasping wetly you choke out broken moans, each harsh thrust forcing a needy wail from between your lips. Dick keeps you spread apart so he can watch the way his cock sinks into you, can watch how each time he pulls out he’s wetter than before, length shiny and slick. The sight is almost enough to make him empty his balls then and there, makes him want to bury himself in your sweet cunt and come until it’s leaking out of you.

Trembling underneath his firm body your knees shake, every muscle tense and threatening to collapse underneath you. Dick notices of course, he’s always tuned in, even when he’s balls deep inside you. You don’t mind that he notices, hell, it makes you even wetter knowing that he’s so tuned into your body that he recognises each little tell it gives away. You do, however, hate that he uses it against you.

“You’re such a fucking baby.” He mutters, pulling all the way out and leaving your cunt clenching on nothing. “I’m going to have to stop fucking you because you just can’t take it.”

Your reaction is reflective, you wonder if he’s managed to switch off your verbal filter. Or more likely, you want to tease him as much as he does you, even though your pussy is weeping for his cock.

“When did you start?”

The Earth holds its breath and you feel the air around you crackle violently, in the back of your head, you wonder if he’s holding his escrima sticks. The crackle feels a lot like electricity, almost like being struck by lightning.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair Dick wrenches you upwards until your back is flush to his sweaty chest. Your hands fly to your head with a startled cry, shaking fingers trying to dislodge his grip but he’s too strong, too unyielding.

“Excuse me?” He hisses, low and dark and threatening in your ear. His other hand snakes up your chest, fingers resting over your throat, not squeezing, just resting there, waiting. “You wanna say that again?”

Your mouth quirks up at the edges, thrilled at the reaction. Opening your mouth to speak, Dick suddenly tightens his hand around your throat, cutting your words off into a garbled moan. All the blood in your body rushes to your head, you feel drunk, giddy, nervous and so turned on you feel like you could come just like this, with nothing more than his hand around your neck.

“You’re such an ungrateful slut. Here I am, fucking you nice and hard, making you so wet you’re drenching my sheets and you go and say something like that.” His voice makes you quake, there's something dangerous lingering between his words. He’s too calm, too controlled. Relaxing his fist you suck in a breath and the rush of oxygen has you shaking. “M’gonna make you regret saying that, baby.”

His tone is dark and suddenly, you want to apologise.

Pushing you face down on the bed Dick shoves the full length of his throbbing cock into your pussy, the slick slide of him giving you something to clamp down on. A gasp heaves up your throat when he pulls back only to push forwards again, setting a punishing pace that has you mewling and clawing at the sheets around you in desperation.

The fat head of his cock brushes over that soft, sensitive spot inside you and you can’t help it, you come.

“I can’t believe you.” Dick snarls, not once faltering as you clamp down around him and start sobbing. “Cumming on my cock like a greedy slut after what you said. You don’t even deserve to come, baby. Don’t even deserve to be fucked.”

“M’sorry,�� You cry, “Please, I’m sorry.”

Grabbing you by the hair he drags you up, presses you against his chest and keeps going. The new angle has your eyes fluttering shut, slick running down the inside of your thighs. Reaching behind your head with one hand you try to touch Dick, try to tangle your fingers in his hair and pull.

But he doesn’t let you.

Keeping one hand in your hair he uses the other to wrench your wrist behind your back. Holding it firm, Dick pushes it up the middle of your back until the discomfort makes you whine, tears burning at the back of your eyes.

Huffing out a laugh he presses his mouth to the shell of your ear, “Don’t bother apologising now, baby, it’s not going to make a difference.” Untangling his hand from your hair he reaches around your hip and finds your clit. Circling it with his fingers he shoves your wrist higher up your back when you squirm and thrash against him, trying to flinch away. “Am I fucking you now? Or is this still not enough for you?”

“Dick…oh–fuck! M’sorry, please, it’s enough–I swear, it’s enough.”

“I don’t know, baby. M’not convinced.” Ripping a second orgasm from your trembling body he groans as you clamp and throb around him, clit twitching against the pads of his fingers.

“S’too much, I can’t.” You heave, breath coming out in fractured pants.

“Be quiet.” Dick grunts, continuing to play with your swollen, oversensitive clit. “You’ll take what I give you and be fucking thankful for it.”

You’ve decided it’s a curse. Definitely a curse.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson smut drabble #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader smut #nightwing smut #dick grayson smut #ending for this wasn't my best #sorry!!#anon I love you #asks #answered #ella writes

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silversnowblossom · 1 year

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Alhaitham steps into the kitchen and snags Kaveh’s coffee, not because he can’t get his own—the coffee maker is really only a couple feet away—but because it’s far more entertaining watching Kaveh splutter in annoyance.

“Stop stealing my coffee,” Kaveh grumbles blearily, blond hair askew, and Alhaitham’s about to roll his eyes and keep sipping at it anyway, maybe offer a scathing remark about his roommate’s typical unkemptness in the morning, but—

Instead, he finds himself saying, “okay,” his body moving to set the coffee down without any conscious input on his part.

He’s not the only one surprised. Kaveh blinks at the coffee, then squints at Alhaitham. “Are you alright? You’re being awfully compliant today. That’s not like you.”

“I’m fine,” Alhaitham says distractedly, trying to figure out what just happened.

“Hm. If you say so.”

By the end of the morning, Alhaitham has concluded two things.

One: he's under a compulsion to obey any command given to him, whether the speaker intended for it to be an order or not.

And two: he can’t tell anyone about his condition. Not intentionally, anyway. He’s tried, with Kaveh, because as much as they bicker, there’s no one Alhaitham trusts more. He’d opened his mouth and his words lodged in his throat, unable or unwilling to escape. He’d tried to write it out, but his muscles locked, refusing to let him.

Kaveh's just going to have to figure it out himself, he supposes. It shouldn't be too hard.

Figuring out how this happened and how to resolve it on the other hand...

Well. This is going to be a headache and a half, Alhaitham can already tell.

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vlp-wrtng-prctcs · 7 months

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Conversación

Había comenzado con una pregunta pequeña, una duda natural; él había respondido con bastante júbilo pese a que la respuesta, en expectativa, cualquiera habría comentado con una brevedad genérica, vacía y sin ninguna señal de rescate para continuar la plática. Pero fue la forma en que el contenido narrado sonaba tan glorioso, tan sincero, tan lleno de afecto que fue inevitable caer en pensamientos impregnados en miel. Después de todo, ¿cuántos hombres podrían entregarse tanto a la sensibilidad sin sentir que la exposición es una absurdez o un desmerito a su propia existencia? Cindy deseaba ser parte de esos discursos, escuchar cómo era la musa de palabras melodiosas que conmueven el alma.

Así que lo oyó, tan atentamente, tan ciegamente, que cada verso explayado sonaba a poesía inédita, obras que tan solo se podrían dedicar a su existencia. Tulio era realmente un gran orador. No había día en que sus palabras no conquistaran su corazón, incluso en los errores que hay entre sus oraciones más inconscientes. Sabía hablar, sabía realmente cómo hacerlo. Era imposible no creerle, especialmente, cuando su mensaje verbal coincidía completamente con el mensaje físico que le ofrecía.

Se sentía amada, adorada, podía sentir el verano insertarse en su cuerpo como una segunda piel; con un amor cálido, fresco, que se siente misteriosamente joven y etéreo.

Todas sus pequeñas conversaciones resultaron siendo un tesoro.

Pero quizás ella no era tan buena oyente como creía.

Pasó por alto las repeticiones, las invocaciones del pasado.

Ignoró que el amor no puede poseerse.

No importaba cuántas veces sostuviera su mano, no importaba cuántas veces lo besara, no importaba cuántas veces recorrieron el cuerpo ajeno con adoración. No importó. Ni siquiera todas esas veces en que le dijo que la quería; era una conversación vacía, un monólogo aprendido.

Eran palabras maravillosas, pero no son más que un guion en el que ambos quieren creer.

Solo que no pueden, al menos, él no puede.

Cuando Tulio habla, cuando verdaderamente habla, sus ojos se iluminan, sus mejillas se tensan; la luna menguante incluso se posa en su sonrisa. Es un cielo claro, radiante, una noche estrellada. Y es tan apasionado, tan ligero, tan libre.

Pero nunca es con ella.

Nunca tienen esas pequeñas conversaciones tan profundas. Nunca conversan con la mirada. Nunca hablan. No como quisiera. Y desearía tanto poder estar en su lugar, desearía poder tener el privilegio que la entidad ignorante desprecia ante el miedo de una verdad.

Más no puede y acalla, escuchando con mayor cuidado, desenredando los mensajes inconscientes; sobreviviendo a sus pequeñas conversaciones en las que suplica, en el fondo, ser la razón por la que existen.

Lamentablemente, nunca lo será. Ya lo aceptó.

Trágicamente, tampoco lo puede culpar. Sigue enamorada de sus pláticas, de sus palabras, de la pasión que hay tras cada oración; ama a Tulio, incluso si todo lo que dice nunca será para sí. Lo ama aún cuando duela; porque su corazón quebradizo aún palpita fuertemente por él.

Pero si hubiera escuchado mejor, habría sabido desde un principio que ella solo era un oyente más.

N/A

Me gusta mucho Cindy, bastante, la quiero y adoro; pero sinceramente Tulio la hace sufrir de un modo, muchas veces, silencioso. Así que había escrito esto desde hace una semana y hasta hace poco le di un cierre para que sea un drabble en el que ella sabe que quizás, claramente, no están hechos para una eternidad, pero ¿quién le explica al corazón eso?

Siempre tendré como HC que ella lo apoya en sus siguientes relaciones, son mejores amigos después de un período de sanación; ya que lo sigue amando, y el acto de amor más grande que puede otorgarle, es ayudarle a ser feliz. Verdaderamente feliz.

#cindy miraflores #tulio triviño #31 minutos #fanfic #drabble #light angst #unilateral #Ella aún está aceptando este hecho #Tulio es inconsciente de su propio sentir

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nomniki · 9 months

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PLEASE INTERACT What kind of stuff would u guys be interested in seeing for a 1k event

#ella stfu #appearance match ups #personality match ups #cute but meh #i liked coming up with ideal first dates that was fun #I WAS THINKING OF maybe if u gave me an idol + an au i could give u some headcanons #like other show aus ceo au mafia au idol au literally any au #or maybe give me a song and an idol and i’ll write a short drabble inspired by it #but have u guys ever seen anything creative or had any ideas #i wanna do something FUN

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mxndanemagic · 1 year

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"good" version of high priestess ella~

#behind the scenes; drabbles & world building #muse; ella

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soulsxng · 1 year

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🎥 for JJ!

@fatestouch | I was asked for past life JJ >:3 | Accepting!

Sometimes, as Jawyr walked the streets of some of Ahnia's smaller cities and settlements, it almost felt like he was walking through somewhere that had been abandoned. Many buildings crumbling or in various states of dilapidation. Very few shops were open-- nobody had the money to spend, or the supply to trade, here. Up until recently, it had all been funneled to the same handful of people, back in the capital.

And even with so many people having no real choice but to live in these poor excuses for homes, there were nearly as many that didn't have homes at all. That lived on the streets, or in some hastily thrown up tent.

Things were getting better, of course, since his father had finally realized the state things were in.

Maybe the buildings were in better shape, now. People had a place to call home, and many had jobs to ensure that they would be given food, and clothing, and other such necessities.

But JJ always saw it all for how bad it had been. How could he not, when he could still see the shadows of doubt and distrust in their eyes? Hear it in their words? How they wondered when it would all be taken away from them with another of their king's mistakes?

Yes, it may have been a mistake-- his father was betrayed by those he trusted-- he never held anything but love for his people and home, even if he hadn't chosen to be recognized as king. But when you were responsible for so much, you didn't have the luxury of "learning from your errors"...not like a normal person might.

Especially when the mistake was one so large, and so complex. One that would take a long time, and likely even more lives than had already been lost.

If he allowed his thoughts to stray in that direction, JJ believed that he could do a better job. He would have to start from square one if he stole away his father's place on Ahnia's throne, but the Crown Prince felt that even then, he knew what would need to be done.

How much of that was true, though? JJ didn't know. It could be his own feelings toward his father making him think that way. It could be the way that so many of Ahnia's people looked to him with trust and adoration, for doing so much to help them when nobody else (aside from Cirisa, that is) from the royal family would.

...It could be that the situation with Vasyri was getting worse and worse by the day, and he knew Ahnia didn't have the time to be so destabilized.

"We're going to stop here, for today. I know we planned to make it closer to the river before settling for the night, but...I want to help out around here, a bit. They're pretty far from the capital here, so I'm sure they're still struggling. Those of you that need a rest can start setting up camp on the outskirts of the city. Everyone else, come with me, and we'll see what the people here might need help with."

JJ couldn't say for sure if it was just hubris that made him think he could be better than his father, or if ruling really was something he could be capable of...

But he was beginning to think that it may be worth finding out.

"...Excuse me? Your Highness Jawyr? My name is Quella, and this is Nesimah. I realize that you are busy at present...however, we wished to have a word with you. If you would be so kind as to spare us a moment."

#[JJ -headcanons-]#[JJ -drabbles-]#[Quella -drabbles-]#[In lives and moments long gone -past verse-]#(Decided to go with a thinky JJ #from right before he met Ella and Em!)

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hideawayintheimaginationworld · 2 years

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Can write a quick drabble of Deliah meeting Lefty for the first time

A late night walk was always demanded and Lefty was happy to oblige, walking at night gave him a chance to think and relax.

After tucking his son into bed, Fetch ran up to him, his blue leash in his mouth, his tail wagging, no word needed to be exchanged as Lefty knew what he was asking.

Before he left home, he made sure to triple lock the door and activate the motion sensor so if something showed up at the door, he’d get an urgent notification to return home.

Fetch seemed to be in no hurry to return home, Lefty couldn’t blame him, he was usually cooped up in the house, in fear the neighbors would see him and report him, night time was the only safe time to take him outside, also Lefty could walk with him without the need for a disguise, he did have his black ring on in case he ran into a late night jogger because he knew they’d scream in horror if they saw him.

Fetch happily ran along the sidewalk, sniffing some bushes along the way, before stopping abruptly. Lefty stopped also as Fetch sniffed around.

“What do you smell?”

Fetch raised his head and made his way ahead, continuing to smell the air, seemingly having a scent to follow.

Lefty’s guard rose, Fetch could definitely smell something abnormal, usually hostiles.

“Is it Nightmare?”

Hearing no response made Lefty anxious, “Fetch, do we need to get out of here?”

Fetch pointed himself ahead, Lefty looked ahead, a dead end road with an abandoned looking factory, one that its door slightly open, like someone wandered inside.

He narrowed his eyes, briefly scanning the site, it looked abandoned, besides from a car parked out front. How odd, he thought, factory workers never worked so late, he wasn’t an expert but he was sure they didn’t work past seven pm and it was well past midnight, in fact, Lefty checked his system clock which said the time: 1:35 AM.

He knew he should head back home but something about that car struck him as strange. What if the driver had pulled over because they got lost and fell asleep? Worse, something else like a kidnapping was afoot, it would explain Fetch’s apparent insistence to go towards it.

The bush next to him rustled and he jumped for a moment, Fetch immediately turned towards it and growled loudly, Lefty grabbed his flash beacon, half expecting Nightmare or Funtime Freddy to jump out.

Instead the bush was pushed aside and Lefty looked down at the ground.

It was a porcelain doll, walking towards him.

Lefty had always thought of them as extremely creepy.

However this didn’t seem to be like the porcelain dolls he had seen before.

For one thing, he had never seen one move on its own, except for horror movies, which he regretted watching that particular movie with Michael as it made him paranoid for months, even with Michael explaining it was “just a movie”, Lefty now realized that it was likely dolls could be husks for agony and cause havoc.

“Uh, hello,” He spoke to it, wondering if it would respond to him.

He looked more closely at the doll, noticing the doll’s much more dirty state, the brown curls messy and the pale blue dress it wore had mud stains.

The doll’s head tilted up to him and that seemed to confirm it wasn’t a normal doll he was dealing with.

Fetch approached the doll and sniffed it, Lefty watched his reaction, knowing that Fetch’s reaction would dictate his next move, Fetch would immediately attack if he deemed it a threat.

Fetch’s tail began a soft wag which told Lefty the doll was not a threat.

“Do you belong to someone?” Lefty asked, “I’m sure your owner is missing you,” He now assumed this was some sort of advanced toy, he knew toys these days were advanced, given how scared he was of his daughter’s furby because it had once started screaming at 3 AM with no command.

The doll slowly walked down the path, towards the abandoned factory site, the doll then turned back to Lefty and Fetch.

“Do you want me to follow you?”

The doll nodded.

“Fetch, guard,” Lefty spoke, a command which switched Fetch into a much more alert mode.

Lefty followed the doll towards the factory, he then noticed Fetch seemed to get more anxious, looking around, whimpering and trying to pull Lefty along.

Something’s wrong here, his mind said.

He stopped in front of the factory’s open door, he then quickly stepped towards the car outside, a quick peek inside confirmed no one was in there. On a bad gut feeling, Lefty decided to grab the car door handle, he pulled it, finding the car was unlocked when the door swung open.

Normal people would lock their cars, the owner must have left in a hurry.

He took a quick look inside the car, there was a duffel bag which looked full of clothes in the passenger seat, which suggested whoever owned this car was travelling away from home. There was a phone left on the driver’s seat and that raised his alarm, he knew humans were, in a way, attached to their devices, his own son wouldn’t leave home without his phone.

Fetch looked towards the factory.

It bothered Lefty that the doll seemed to lead him here for a reason.

Lefty knew he needed to know.

This was too suspicious.

Lefty unhooked Fetch’s leash, “Go Fetch!” He yelled, and Fetch darted off inside the factory, Lefty followed behind him, he knew Fetch had a scent and was chasing it.

Lefty lifted up his hat and dug out a bright flashlight, he clicked it on and followed after Fetch, he then heard the doll slowly following behind, so he turned back and lifted it up so it wouldn’t fall behind.

Fetch stopped at the opening of a drainage pipe, Lefty’s eye switched to his scanning mode and his system immediately detected something.

UNKNOWN HANDPRINT IDENTIFIED.

RECENTLY LEFT.

Knowing that, Lefty snapped his fingers, Fetch jumped down into the drainage pipe and Lefty followed.

He didn’t expect to spend his night crawling through a pipe that could barely fit him but he had a feeling something more was going on here.

Fetch crawled out the other end and ran out, waiting for Lefty to squeeze himself out, once he did, he looked around.

He was in a construction site, which had no fences. Lefty thought that was irresponsible considering the amount of construction site accidents he heard about being caused by civilians wandering into the construction zone.

Fetch put his nose to the ground and was sniffing again.

“Is it a monster? Bark one for yes.”

Fetch raised his head and barked, then he barked again, confirming they weren’t chasing a monster, Lefty was slightly relieved but he still wasn’t sure what Fetch was following.

“Do you smell a human?”

Fetch barked, Lefty’s eye widened.

“Well we need to find them, Fetch go!”

Fetch started sniffing around and slowly walked on a path, Lefty following behind, still carrying the doll in his arm, which he looked at, wondering if this doll had come to him to tell him that its owner was in trouble and he would need to help.

Fetch weaved around obstacles before stopping at a vent opening, he lowered himself down, whimpering.

Lefty knew he wouldn’t be able to crawl inside given his size.

“Fetch, connect,” Lefty held up his phone, the app on his phone named “FETCH CONNECT. PROGRAMME. V.1.2.0” loaded up.

“Fetch, track and retrieve,” Upon getting the command, Fetch crawled into the vent.

The app had a static screen before it fully loaded and Lefty was able to see what Fetch could, Fetch crawled inside the vent, sniffing around, crawling further in.

Lefty watched carefully, making sure Fetch was safe.

Fetch’s head scanned from side to side, Lefty could tell it was tight squeeze and he had for a moment feared his dog would become trapped in the vent, however he reasoned if Fetch did become stuck, he could just use his telekinesis ability and pull the vent apart at the seams to free Fetch if needed.

After a minute, Lefty noticed a strange black shape ahead in the vent, he was unable to make it out, until Fetch crawled closer.

To his shock he saw a shoe, and what he was certain was a leg.

Clearly Fetch saw it too.

Lefty watched as Fetch made the quick decision to grab onto the shoe in his jaws and pull it forward.

Lefty was convinced his dog had found a dead body and he started to feel ill.

Lefty was ready to call the authorities when Fetch had backed out, pulling the body out, an obviously still alive woman who groaned in pain.

“Oh my goodness, are you alright?” Lefty asked, concerned about how long she had been in there stuck.

She groaned again, taking a deep breath and pushing herself up.

“Do you need an ambulance?” Lefty reached out to her, wanting to assess her condition.

She held her head for a minute, her eyes opening fully to look up at Lefty and they immediately widened.

“Oh my god… I’ve finally gone insane…”

Lefty then realized he didn’t have his disguise on.

“Ah, I know how I look, but I’m not going to hurt you or anything, I just would like to know that you’re alright-”

The woman had looked at the doll Lefty was carrying and her face went pale.

“Oh my… god…you!” She shook.

“I beg your pardon?” Lefty was startled by this change in character.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?! I’ve had enough of you tormenting me! What did I ever do to you?!”

“Lady are you alright?”

“You just keep coming every day at 1:35 AM!”

“Technically it’s now 1:57 AM-”

The woman stood up and pointed her finger at Lefty “Why did you bring that thing here?!”

“I don’t understand?” Lefty frowned.

“Oh god, I need help or something!” The woman turned on her heel and ran off.

“Wait up! Wait!” Lefty started to chase after her, “I just want to help you!”

Despite Lefty trying his hardest to keep track of her, he somehow lost her in the construction maze, he looked around, unsure what to do.

He looked to the doll, who remained still in his arms. He then noticed a small name tag on her wrist, which he turned over, seeing the name “Ella” written in cursive handwriting.

“You’re not a normal doll…”

It had gotten really late, and with a heavy heart, Lefty decided to return home, although he didn’t want to, as he didn’t know what happened to that woman he had met.

He dragged himself home, arriving back at 2:35 am, dragging his feet inside, Fetch lazily trudging next to him, clearly tired also as he scampered up the stairs.

Lefty entered his room, closing his door, taking off his top hat and bow tie, and immediately collapsing into bed, falling asleep.

Lefty had forgotten the Ella doll until he woke the next day at 8:00 am and saw she was standing in front of his dresser table, her blue eyes staring at him.

“That woman’s name from last night was Delilah. She needs your help.”

Lefty nodded, Michael was definitely wrong about porcelain dolls being unaware.

#Ask #Writing Drabble #A rough draft #Fazbear Frights #1:35 AM #Lefty the Bear #FNAF Delilah #FNAF Ella #FNAF Fetch #Anonymous

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4evrspn · 1 year

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Michael/Ella Drabble Series

Michael has been living with Ella for a while now, but there was still a roommate who hated him: the chicken.

A series of drabbles (can be read stand alone) in which Michael starts a war with Margaret.

#lucifer #micheal #ella lopez #Michael x Ella Lopez #Michelle #fanfic #Ao3 #drabble #drabble collection #Michael/Ella #Margret the chicken #fanfiction #alternate universe

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xiaosenthusiast · 2 years

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when they were here

xiao x gn!reader

SUMMARY -ˋˏ✄┈┈ basically just a short where xiao can’t accept your love because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you

WARNINGS -ˋˏ✄┈┈ none i can think of !

a/n -ˋˏ✄┈┈ first post kinda nervous HAHA decided to write angst cause you have to start off with a kick yknow? if u seen this anywhere on wattpad it’s cause i originally wrote it on wattpad !

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Xiao who can't seem to mask his expression of disgust as you mutter your confession.

Xiao who, although being able to hide his true emotions, can't seem to hide how his nose scrunched up in disgust and how his eyes squinted as he judged you.

Xiao who tells you, "Leave my sight at once. You are no longer welcome here, mortal scum." As if you're the most disgusting thing he's laid his eyes on.

Xiao who knows that confession will never be told by the one person he truly loves again.

Xiao who lets a tear escape when you’re out of sight.

Xiao who knows he's hurt you and he'll never get to see your pretty smile ever again.

Xiao who knows you'll never cook him almond tofu, or spend time with him again.

Xiao, who knows he can't have you. No matter how much he loves you.

#genshin xiao #adeptus xiao #xiao angst #angst #no comfort #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x gender neutral reader #ella’s drabbles #random #im sad lmao

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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years

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Hello can I very kindly ask Jason Todd smut where reader asks Jason to put a baby in them and Jason very consensually yet disrespectfully did just that? It would be a dream thank you

Pairing - Jason Todd X (F)Reader Words - 2.6K Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Breeding!Kink - Size!Kink (he’s a big boy and I am here for it) - Praise!Kink - Hair Pulling - Jason is a bit of a meanie - Wall Sex - Swearing - No plot, just porn - Unprotected sex - So much Dirty Talk - Fluff. Notes - Babbbyyyy, yes of course!! Jason Todd is a disrespectful little shit but good fucking god I would let this man ruin me. Just fuck me up okay?? Fuck me uuupppppp. Hope you enjoy!! If you’ve got any other requests for either Jason or Dick, send em my way!!

He wrecks you from the inside out–twists your chest half open to shove himself between the tiny space of your ribs. He’s got a smart fucking mouth–tugs you straight into blinding tailspin with nothing more than a quick quirk of his lips and a bright flash of perfect teeth. Rough and mean but so incredibly kind and protective–a paradox wrapped in kevlar and littered with bruises.

Jason Todd can be something wicked when he wants to be–something calculating and devastating. He uses all that intellect and training and knowledge to take you apart piece by piece–he’s clever and quick witted and gets you wet with nothing more than a look.

He’s perfect and you love him but sometimes–good fucking god–

Sometimes you hate him.

“C’mon sweetheart, open up for me.” Jason grunts, there’s a feral gleam in his eyes, pupils blown wide and highlighting the thin ring of blue left behind. His teeth clash together with a snarl as he clenches his jaw and when he looks down at you–all pressed up against him like a goddamn gift–the sound that rips up his throat makes you tremble. “Baby–c’mon...please. Open up for me huh? Be a good girl.”

A heaving gasp shudders out from between your kiss swollen lips, head thunking backwards against the wall. The fat leaking head of his cock presses against your weeping hole, thick and blunt and too fucking big. A choked off gasp reverberates around the room when he dips his head and mouths at your jaw, teeth nipping over your pulse point.

“Y’wanted this darlin’,” He reminds you, words vibrating against your throat. “Y’asked me didn’t you? Asked so nicely for me to fuck a baby into you.” Jason holds you up with nothing more than the strength of his hips pinning you to the wall, fingers clamping around your knees–shoving your shaking thighs apart so he can press his heavy cock into you–but it just won’t fit. “Why won’t you let me in, sweetheart? I thought this was what you wanted–don’t you want me to cum in you? Don’t you wanna be full?”

Your body lights up like a solar flare, bright and burning and alive. You’ve always had a smart mouth–or maybe just no verbal filter–always thrown your opinion towards someone who’s stupid enough to listen. It’s gotten you into more trouble than it’s worth–rubs certain people the wrong way and you don’t exactly blame them…you’re a lot to handle.

Except Jason Todd took one look at you and decided that you’re it–smart mouth and all. Caught your eye and swept you straight up into his gravity without a second thought. Sometimes you think he might regret it a little–especially when you manage to piss off the wrong people–but he never fails to surprise you.

And when you jokingly asked him to put a baby in you, he surprised you yet again–made you eat your own words. Out of all his qualities, you think you like this one the best–love the fact he challenges you–puts you straight back in your place.

“Jay…” You plead, fingers scrambling for purchase over his broad shoulders. “Jay–please! M’tryin, I swear I am. You–you’re too fuckin–hng–” Tears bubble up along your lower lashes, eyes wide and pleading. Your thighs flex against Jason’s firm grip and you feel him smirk over the hollow of your throat. “You’re too big…oh–please!”

“I just don’t think you’re trying hard enough baby. I mean, look how wet you are–your pussy is dripping for me, and you mean to tell me I won’t fit?” The horrible mocking tone of his voice makes you whine–makes your cunt clench up tight like a fist. Jason keeps you spread open, thighs split wide around his hips so he can rub the length of his cock through your slit–he drags the fat head from your clenching hole to your clit–the sensation sparking like electricity through your veins. “M’gonna make it fit sweetheart, gonna stretch your little pussy open and fill you up.”

Catching his leaking tip at the weeping entrance of your cunt he groans something feral in your ear and shoves forwards–hips flexing and thick muscular thighs straining. He sinks halfway into your tight little hole before stopping, breath catching hard in his lungs when you clamp down around his length and stop him in his tracks.

Jason glances down your body, sharp eyes fixating on the sight of your puffy cunt swallowing his cock inch by inch. Pulling back he surges forwards and rocks into you, dragging a low moan from your mouth as he grinds against the swollen mess of your clit.

“Jay–” You keen, eyes rolling backwards into your skull. “Oh…please, please put a baby in me–please!”

He chuckles, throat thick with lust, “Y’have to let me in first baby–gotta let me into your sweet cunt. C’mon, it’s not that hard. Why won’t you open up, huh?”

“S’too big!” You wail, blinking back tears. “Y’too big, Jay. It won’t fit.”

Jason snarls, tugging you forwards and slamming you back against the wall, eyes wild. Sweat dots along his hairline, teeth gritted into a mean little growl. The tension in his arms makes the muscles bulge, thick veins puffing up along his biceps–you feel almost drunk on him, on his scent, on the dangerous look in his eyes.

“It’s not too big, you’ve taken it before baby–haven’t you? Fucked yourself on my cock until you’ve cried and creamed all over it like a little slut. It’s not too big–” He thrusts forwards, finally getting your walls to open up–to yield to him. “There you go–see, it wasn’t that hard.” He purrs.

You both moan as he sinks into you with a satisfying stretch, voices catching together and reverberating off the walls. Pressing your forehead to Jason's, you sob at the wet sound of your pussy squelching around him–slick leaking around the sides of his cock and smearing over his navel.

It’s almost too much, “Please Jay–shit, fuuck–please. I-I can’t, oh god–I can’t.”

Drawing back then surging forwards he fucks into you hard enough to make your whole body jolt, “I don’t care. You can take it–you will. I’m gonna make you take it. Y’asked me for this sweetheart, begged me to put a baby in you and that’s exactly what i’m gonna do.”

You hate him–hate how he stuffs your own words back down your throat, makes you choke on each stupid vowel. But good fucking god if it doesn’t make you wet–makes you want to clamp down around him and come and come and come.

Rocking your hips up against his harsh grip you try to get him deeper–try to get the fat head of his cock pressed as far inside your soaking cunt as possible. Jason groans low and thick in your ear, his breath fanning down your neck and dragging a shudder up your spine. His fingers flex around your knees and he hoists you higher up the wall–spreads your thighs even wider.

“Touch yourself for me sweetheart, wanna feel your pretty pussy squeezin’ me.”

Clamping one hand on his shoulder you use the other to snake between your bodies. Brushing down your stomach you press the pad of your finger to your clit–it twitches hard at the contact and you moan, pleasure sparking white hot all over. Dipping down to where Jason stuffs his cock into your weeping hole you gather your wetness and smear it over your cunt.

Circling your clit you rub over it with tight circles, pressure firm and unwavering. Opening your mouth on a heaving gasp you moan when Jason presses his mouth to your own, teeth sinking into your bottom lip and firing that perfect hint of pain through your veins. Licking into your mouth he slides his tongue against your own and you drool at the taste of him–find yourself chasing his mouth when he pulls back with a cocky grin.

“C’mon baby, don’t you want to come for me?” He teases, fucking into you at a steady pace, cock hitting all the most perfect parts inside you. He mouths along your jawline, nipping at your pounding pulse before sucking a mark there–just because he can, because he wants you to look at it and think of him. “M’not filling you up until you come sweetheart ‘nd I’m real fuckin’ close so you better hurry up.”

“Ah–shit. Okay, okay…just–please don’t–” Clamping around his length hard, your pussy convulses—almost like you’re trying to push him out—clit swelling against your fingers. Throwing your head back you moan, voice high and breathy. Your head feels fuzzy, eyes unfocused.

“Don’t what?” Jason urges, lips quirking up at the edges at the pretty fucked out look on your face. “Don’t what baby?”

Teetering on the edge of oblivion you feel tears burn at the backs of your eyes. The pleasure feels alive inside you–feels like it’s going to make you burst at the seams.

“Oh god, Jason! Don’t stop–please don’t stop!” Your body shakes in his grasp, muscles trembling as you reach out and touch the edge of orgasm. You trail off into a heaving babble, words sticking against the inside of your mouth. “Please–please! M’so close.”

“M’not gonna stop baby. Not for anythin’” He assures you, doubling his efforts and slamming his cock into you at a pace that borders pain–strong hips knocking against your own and sending you directly into the goddamn stratosphere. “Come on, y’want to be a good girl for me don’t you? Come for me sweet girl, wanna feel you.”

You’ve never been one to deny him–Jason Todd deserves everything good in the world, the least you can give him is this.

You clamp down like a vice, pussy pulsing around his thick girth. Every twitch of your puffy clit makes you cry out, voice hoarse and pleading. Your cunt gushes, slick seeping around his cock and smearing over his navel and upper thighs. The sensation makes heat scathe up your neck, embarrassment skittering over your skin—you’re making such a mess.

“That’s it pretty girl–so good for me.” Jason coos, soft mouth slanting over your own and swallowing the desperate noises ripping up your throat. His pace refuses to falter and the overstimulation makes you want to flinch away, but you’re trapped between his unyielding body and the wall. Wetness coats the length of his cock enabling him to rock into your cunt without resistance–the slick slide of him rubbing over that sensitive spot inside you.

Your orgasm starts to fade, but Jason doesn’t stop, just keeps going, pounding into your pussy without restraint. Copper coats your tongue when your teeth sink into his lower lip, skin splitting under the strain and smearing over your mouth. He pulls back and stares you down, mouth twitching into a feral grin–blood coats his teeth, you think he gets off on the taste of it–you do too.

“Jay,” You gasp, “I-I can’t–fuck.”

“Shut up.” He grunts, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. “I’ll make you take it.” Your vision whites out at the edges and Jason’s furious rhythm begins to falter, thrusts turning sloppy and uncoordinated. Tangling your fingers into the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck you pull–hard. “Shit! Fuck–do that again, baby, please d’that again!”

Tightening your fist you wrench his head back–expose his throat–and he moans, all low and pretty, eyes rolling back into his skull. His cock twitches in your cunt–getting impossibly harder. You know he’s close–can feel him tremble against you.

“You’re so pretty, Jay.” You grin, dragging your teeth over his throat and sucking a dark mark there. He preens under your words, chest heaving. “C’mon pretty boy, can you come for me? Want you to fill me up, Jay. Want you to put a baby in me.”

His voice cracks when he calls your name in warning, jamming his cock as far into your cunt as it’ll go, thighs shaking–full balls pulling up tight. Rocking your hips up against him you press soft little kisses over his neck, fingers still fisted in his hair as he comes.

He absolutely floods your pussy, come spilling out around the edges of his cock–you feel it dripping warm and sticky down the inside of your thighs. Clamping your squishy walls around his length Jason whines, grinding his pulsing cock into you as he pumps rope after rope of come into you.

“You’re so good for me, Jason. Such a good boy.”

Carding your fingers through his hair he sags under your touch as he comes down, harsh breaths evening out. Wrapping your legs over his hips, Jason hooks his hands under your thighs to hold you against him, cock still trapped in your pussy–preventing his release from spilling out of you.

“You’re such a little shit. Y’know that?” Jason grumbles, pressing his forehead to your own.

“Me?” You croak, mildly outraged. “I haven’t done a single thing wrong in my life.” Pulling back and pinning you with a deadpan stare Jason raises an eyebrow. “Alright, fine! I may have done a few stupid things–but no more than like…five.”

“Seriously? Five.”

“Shh.” You say, smothering a yawn. “Unless the next word out of your mouth is pizza, m’not listening.”

He’s silent for a beat, eyes softening as he drinks you in–flushed and sweaty and beautiful. There’s a quick skip of your heart, a surge of warmth flowing through your veins. Sometimes, when you look at him, you can’t believe he chose you–looked at you and decided that out of everyone, you deserve his time and attention. If you think about it too much, you know that you’ll cry–his love doesn’t come easy and you know that for the rest of your life, you’ll prove to him that it’s worth it.

“I love you.” Jason smiles, all crooked and perfect and yours.

“What was that? I wasn’t listening.”

Biting back a smile he leans in and kisses you–all slow and tender. The gentle push and pull of his mouth makes your eyes flutter shut, hand cupping the nape of his neck to hold him there. Licking into his mouth you sigh at the taste of him, tongues sliding together. Your lungs start to burn and you lean back, breaking the kiss to suck in a full breath.

Jason looks at you–sharp eyes flickering over your face. Having his full, undivided attention sometimes makes you uneasy. He’s a calculating son-of-a-bitch when he wants to be, and he’s managed to catch you off guard more than once. You wonder for a brief moment what’s going through his head.

Sweeping your fingers over the back of his neck you feel him shudder.

“I love you.”

No matter how many times you tell him, Jason still gets a whisper soft look of awe on his face–almost like he can’t believe that you’re real, like he can’t comprehend the fact that you love him. It breaks your heart each time, the fact that someone as precious as him doubts that any ounce of love towards him could be real.

Cupping his flushed cheeks you brush your thumbs over his cheekbones and tip his head down. Pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead you linger for a beat before releasing him from your hold and allowing him to raise his head to look at you.

Waiting for his eyes to meet your own you smile, mouth lifting up at the edges.

“I love you.” You repeat, firmer, more insistent.

His watery smile breaks over you like the dawn and you know that Jason Todd holds your heart in the palm of his hands.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd smut drabble #dc fanfiction #dc fanfic #ella writes #drabbles #asks

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youn9racha · 2 years

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depression got me once again 💔

#ella’s ramblingzzz #yeah sorry for disappearing #not to mention i got a writer’s block as wlel #as well**#i don’t have the energy to finish the fic rn #might post some headcanons/mtl in the meantime #or maybe soem drabbles #who knows

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riddlerosehearts · 4 months

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i should talk more about my silly little crossover ships on here. one of my silliest ones that i have never seen mentioned anywhere else--likely because this whole concept is already really niche and ot3s are also fairly niche on top of that--is that i genuinely think jasmine and aladdin should add esmeralda into their relationship. aurora/snow white is also my favorite ship for either character. and i do not care about timelines or geography btw <3 they can be together in the kingdom hearts universe.

#speaking of kh. i also ship terra/cinderella juuust a little #people seem to prefer ella with aqua but i prefer aqua with someone else and thought she and terra were cute so #anyway. i wish there was more of a community for non/disney crossover ships on here #but at least i have little ao3 drabbles and youtube MEPs to sustain me #ask me about my crossover ships though i'm so serious

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nomniki · 9 months

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just pick ur favs and interact if u have multiple favs hehe

#ella stfu #this is for smaus drabbles 1k event everything btw #i just wanna know #where everybody’s head is at

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mxndanemagic · 2 years

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Lilith

The coast seemed clear, nobody in the halls - everyone occupied with routine tasks. She had her to-go bag ready and adjusted the witch’s hat atop her head.

“This is a stupid idea.” The accessory stirred from it’s slumber, coming to life to open it’s makeshift mouth and luminating eyes.

“Quiet you or you’ll be used as an addition to Cerberus’ quilt.” The young woman hushes in return.

“Why don’t you just portal your way home? Unless you still can’t get that right.” A low chuckle comes from the hat.

“That’s wasteful, Ghost. Besides who doesn’t like a joy ride through the sky? It’s beautiful outside. Now keep your lectures to yourself or someone might hear-”

“Lily! Aren’t you coming to cauldron maintenance with us?” A voice calls out to her. A group of students coming up the stairs, cauldrons in hand while waving her down with the other.

“Sorry Erieus, got an emergency at home. Urgent mirror call! Don’t want to keep the folks waiting~ Tell Professor Willow I’m really sorry about missing out.” the witch grins, holding a broomstick close as she inches away from the group.

“What emerg-!” Ghost’s words are cut off by his mouth being zipped with a snap of his wearer’s fingers.

“Lily, do you seriously want to get an earful from the head master again? They’ll make you drink a newt smoothie at this rate.” Erieus sighs.

“He still does that?” One of the group members lets out a noise of disgust.

“Or threaten a trip to the iron maiden.” Another classmate chimes in, examining his clawed nails. “Heard they still keep it on the premise.”

A collective shudder runs overs the group.

“I need to get out of here that’s all. Get a head start on my summer break. I’ll be back for the new semester before the stuffy old head master even notices. Promise.” And she’s off, making a sprint towards the Academy’s rooftops and leaving behind a trio of exasperated friends.

“How is she still a student here?” The boy wonders. “Well got give her credit. They still haven’t pinned her for half the shit that happens around here.”

“Sounds about right.” Erieus laughs nervously. “But does make things more fun?” More of a question than a fact as she looks between the two others before they all sigh once more.

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“Oh look Ghost! Do you see the patterns on that one? Isn’t it cute?”

“KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE SKY LILITH!” Ghost shouts down with a panic. “WE’RE GONNA NOSE DIVE INTO A FIELD OVER SOME DUMB FELINE.”

A roll of her eyes and Lilith smirks up at her companion.

“Maybe we should! It’ll really give you a thrill for feeling alive.” she teases, giving a jerk downward and last second looping back up towards the clouds towards their original direction.

“You’re not cute, you know that?” The hat snarks back at her.

Lilith laughs, “Oh come on, just a little scare. Besides it’s not nice to insult a sweet, adorable cat lounging in the sun.”

“What’s not nice is your mother gifting me to you instead of someone else.” A huff from the enchanted clothing item. “Why couldn’t I stay home with her or even your father. Anybody else! I could be relaxed, watching your mother work away at her potions and be a diligent and refined witch.”

“. . .You have some selective memory about mom. Great Auntie has stories that say otherwise~”

“Speaking of your parents. What’s your grand plan anyway? You think you can just show up at home with the excuse of starting vacation early?” Ghost yawns. “She’s not going to believe you.”

“I’m an expert at looking like I supposed to be somewhere without a hint of doubt coming up. All about how you form your words and charm away any suspicions.”

“You sound like a witch alright.” Ghost huffs.

“Although maybe the right label for you is you really do sound like a Nowell.” he cackles.

Lilith laughs, “Well who else would I be~?”

#behind the scenes; drabbles & world building #have a hypothetical future (could be canon or not) in ella's canon?#wanted to try writing some look into the future stuff #even if it's not canon ;;#probably gonna stay unfinished

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